Zitate von Alexander Pope
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Sei nicht der Erste, Neues zu erfassen, der Letzte nicht, das Alte gehn zu lassen.
Informationen über Alexander Pope
Schriftsteller, Übersetzer, Herausgeber, Dichter, "Pastorals", "Essay on Criticism", "The Rape of the Lock - Der Lockenraub", "The Dunciad", "Windsor Forest", (England, 1688 - 1744).
Alexander Pope · Geburtsdatum · Sterbedatum
Alexander Pope wäre heute 335 Jahre, 11 Monate, 27 Tage oder 122.718 Tage alt.
Geboren am 21.05.1688 in London
Gestorben am 30.05.1744 in Twickenham/London
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Weitere 297 Zitate von Alexander Pope
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Still round and round the ghosts of Beauty glide, And haunt the places where their honour died. See how the world its veterans rewards! A youth of frolics, an old age of cards.
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Teach me to feel another's woe; To hide the fault I see; That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.
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The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read, With loads of learned lumber in his head.
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The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, And wretches hang that jury-men may dine.
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The learn'd is happy nature to explore, the fool is happy that he knows no more.
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The man that loves and laughs must sure do well.
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The most positive men are the most credulous.
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The Muse but served to ease some friend, not wife, To help me through this long disease, my life.
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The people's voice is odd, It is, and it is not, the voice of God.
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The proper study of mankind is man.
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The Right Divine of Kings to govern wrong.
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The ruling passion, be it what it will, The ruling passion conquers reason still.
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The same ambition can destroy or save, and makes a patriot as it makes a knave.
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The soul, uneasy and confined from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
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The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine! Feels at each thread, and lives along the line.
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The worst of madmen is a saint run mad.
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Then rose the seed of Chaos, and of Night, To blot out order and extinguish light.
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Then, at the last and only couplet fraught With some unmeaning thing they call a thought, A needless Alexandrine ends the song, That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along.
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There are certain times when most people are in a disposition of being informed, and 'tis incredible what a vast good a little truth might do, spoken in such seasons.
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There is a certain majesty in simplicity which is far above all the quaintness of wit.